31 January
So I spent the day yesterday futzing on the computer and listening to my cd of Rent (I was inspired by Melody mentioning singing along with it to her notify list, which reminded me that I hadn't listened to is in simply ages) before heading into the city to see Affliction with Nik.
Christ, it was cold!
Nik has this habit of practically race-walking, and I'm always grabbing his arm, saying "Slow down, willya?" but last night I was scurrying along right with him, whimpering slightly.
We went to the Angelica, the most horrible theatre with the best movies in New York.
There's always thousands of people in the lobby, but they won't let you go down to the theatres until just moments before your movie starts, which makes sense in that they don't want a million and twelve people lurking around downstairs, except for the fact that the bathrooms are downstairs, too, and that people tend to be smashed into an unmoving mass of humanity, waiting to be told what to do, and not comprehending it when they are told.
But there is black light in the basement, so that's fun.
The movie was dismal.
Not dismal as in poor quality, but dismal as in subject matter. It's about these sad people with these sad lives and terrible, sad things happen. And there's lots of snow. And Nick Nolte pulls out his own tooth with a pair of pliers.
After it was over, I said to Nik "No more tragedies in the snow for awhile, okay? Because between this and A Simple Plan, I've had enough!"
One thing I liked about it, though, was that nobody even vaguely attempted a New Hampshire accent, which is a very hard accent to listen to. I think one of the reasons that I hate Emeril Lagasse as much as I do is because of that horrible New Hampshire accent. And those serial killer eyes.
Forgive me, anyone reading this who has a thick NH accent, I don't mean to be insulting! I'm sure your accent isn't ugly.
Then afterwards, at midnight or whatever, I insisted on walking to St. Marks to get a new nose ring.
Remember when it fell out at the doctor's office? Well, last weekend I was in the bathtub, scrubbing my face with a washcloth, and my nose ring caught on it and flew into the bottom of the bathtub and I had to carefully let the water out, making certain that I didn't let it go down the drain, and I did find it, but the next day I looked in the mirror and it was gone!
It must have caught on my sweater or something when I pulled it over my head. So it finally escaped, as it has been trying so hard to do for so very long!
Of course, I had no backup one (that I knew where it was), so I had to leave the hole open all week. Now, the thing with nose holes rather than ear holes is that they close really easily and quickly for the first few years. I had to take the ring out for a show after six or seven months, and proceeded to leave it in the dressing room and didn't get anything into the hole for about eight hours. By the time I got home, it had snapped shut like a clam and I had to re-pierce it myself with an earring, which took several hours and hurt like shit.
Fortunately, that was not a problem this time. There were several shops open after midnight on a Saturday night in January (whoda thunk it?) and I found a stud with a little purple stone, but since I can't put in studs by myself (they have a long post that you twirl up against the inside of the nostril so that it's not in the way), I just unwound it and made a tiny ring out of it. With a purple stone.
Very pretty.
Today's horoscope:
You can make changes to be more effective in reaching your goals. Analyze what you want and how you're pursuing it.
One year ago today:
Sometimes I pretend I'm on a talk show and interview myself.
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